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@pianistsfangs                    A sin? Why would my father.. I’m meant to kill the sins. At least.. that’s what my orders for atonement are. I don’t want to. * he’s hesitant to take the weapon back now, his pale delicate fingers wrapping around it slowly and sliding back in the sword belt he wore a frown on his pretty lips * do.. do you want it? You could give it to him. Maybe he lost it or something. I wouldn’t put it above Michael from stealing. Even if he is an angel. 

@pianistsfangs                    Dean isn’t— oh that’s wonderful. * his frown has become a small hopeful smile before his brown and blue eyes narrow, a dark brow raised in question * sil.. ver? Who is that? I.. got this katana from my father. He said it was a gift. * he hesitates before gently taking it from his hip handing it over although all he wanted to do was snatch it back , he felt oddly possessive of the weapon * 

@pianistsfangs                It’s my fault. * when the other came close the half angel stilled, his hand resting almost warningly on the katana at his waist. The sheath was beautiful, adorned with a crest of a icy demon with wings and golden eyes, in its clawed hand a Sakura branch the other empty. It was the Sunōdebiru clan crest, not that the male knew it. * I didn’t know dean was with you. I’m sorry. 

@pianistsfangs           Oh.. I’m sorry. I— * he’s blushing, vaguely lifting his shirt to sniff, he smelled like dean, wool and something Smokey clinging to his clothing , but a frown tugged at his lips, dean couldn’t be involved with this man, not when he was azarius’s ( Not that aza had made this knowledge known to his friend yet ) could he?* I didn’t know he was seeing someone.. 

@pianistsfangs                      I do? * confusion lights up in mismatched eyes as the young man grimaces rubbing his head, avoiding the horns hidden beneath his hair like the plague * who? 

@-VIOLENTHUNTINGS-                I know they kill people. I’m intimate with that matter. * a grimace passes over his features as he rests a hand on the hilt of a katana resting comfortably at his side , glancing down at the weapon he frowned before his eyes darted upwards to the taller male * first off.. I’m not a kid, I’m twenty two. And father said they were a sign of my impurity, that they will go away once I rid the world of the seven devils, the sins. 

@-VIOLENTHUNTINGS-                 * shaggy black hair fell from his mismatched gaze, one warm pretty brown eye and one cold sapphire blue set in a feminine face as his pale lips parted a look of confusion twisting his features * I’m.. I’m an angel. I think. At least.. that’s what father keeps telling me. * his eyes alight on the crossbow a light of child like fascination in his brown eye * thats a weapon too , right? It’s cool.